Pointe of Breaking (28 page)

He teased me with it.

He pressed his forehead down on mine. The water now splashed over us both, drowning out the world around us. In that moment it was only us. In that moment, all my worries, my fears, my insecurities melted away. Everything washed away as he stood by my side.

“I love you, Leo.”

Only then did he give me a taste of what I craved. I wrapped my arms around him as he pressed himself against me. Time dripped away like the water over our skin as I fell into the rhythm of our kiss. My lips were raw when I finally managed to pull away.

He grabbed the shower rod for support as I dangled my fingers down his shaft. His eyes flared as I knelt down. Watching him, I dragged my tongue up the length of him. His hand found my hair, but he never took his eyes off of me as I wrapped my lips around him. He filled me, swelling more and more as I rolled my tongue around him. He slammed his fist against the tile, on the verge of release.

It was then that I stopped. Mortification was written on his face as I stopped touching him completely. I grinned. Oh God, I loved it when he was deranged. I stood slowly, letting the realization seep in that I was not going to make this easy for him.

“Wash me,” I demanded.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Adeline?”

“No.”

Groaning in defiance, he slammed his body against mine and grabbed my hair at the nap of my neck, pulling back just hard enough to tingle. His lips collided with mine. I wrapped my arms around him, raking my nails across his back.

He responded in tow by ramming my back against the cold tile wall. My nipples hardened instantly, rubbing over his chest. He grabbed my ass, dug his fingertips in, and pulled me up against him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, a moan ripped from my throat.

“Fuck me!” I cried, tilting my hips as he traced my opening.

His dark gaze turned lethal. “I intend to.”

He drove himself into me, stretching me to take in the space he demanded. I screamed out his name, writhing in his embrace. But he didn’t move, he didn’t pull back, he just pressed in deeper, stealing every inch he could.

“You tease me this morning, and then you think
I’m
going to go easy on
you
?” he whispered iniquitously in my ear. “I love you, I’d do anything to protect you, keep you safe, but sometimes loving you is fucking painful.”

“Not all love is sweet.” My eyes were heavy with lust. I could barely see straight. I could barely squeeze my legs around him. I could barely speak, but I managed two more words. “Fuck. Me.”

Thrusting his hips, he pushed in further. I spasmed around him. My back arched uncontrollably. His hand was immediately there, like it was already second nature. He forced my back against him so that I could feel just how much I affected him. He sucked on my neck, and I tried to remember how to breathe. And just when I relaxed enough to gasp, he pulled out.

Completely.

It left me dizzy. Yet the demand was there. He had given me a taste of him, all of him and then dismissed me? He rubbed his dick around me, dripping with my excitement. I rocked my hips up, encouraging him to take what he wanted.

He stared at me like he was going to lose his mind. His breathing was sharp as he brought himself enough sanity enough to speak. He rocked himself between me but not in me…
not
in me
! Oh fucking hell!

“Take me.
Please
!”

He answered my pleas with his hips. He slammed them hard against me, holding me up so that he could take my hand in his. He raised our hands above my head. His fingers intertwined with mine, pressing against the cool tile.

I shuddered as he guided my other hand down to his dick. “How bad do you want me?”

I couldn’t speak. My voice betrayed me. My inability to talk must have satisfied him, for he finally plunged into me, pushing himself through my fingers and into my wet center.

I screamed out, encouraging him to slam himself up against me over and over until I lost my voice. When I could no longer make a noise, his pace quickened. He controlled my body. Every wave of orgasm I felt he felt. I tightened around him, making it harder and harder for him to go as deep as he wanted. The power of his body was mind-blowing. The way he stared down at me as my eyes fluttered shut made me so God damn tight! He demanded our gaze to meet as he brought me over and over, until
he’d
had enough.

His handhold tightened around mine. He lowered them and pressed my hand against his chest so that I could feel his heart racing as he shouted out my name in climax.

His chest heaved as he took in deep breaths, regaining his control. When his heartbeat slowed, he lowered me to the ground. I slipped. He caught my waist and held me against him until I could trust my feet once more. Was it possible to fall more in love with a man who could take you, fuck you, and love you all at once?

“Your heart is pounding,” he whispered, holding me in his arms until I could stand on my own.

I didn’t trust my voice just yet. My throat was raw from the screams he ripped from me. Even so, they weren’t the ones I was suddenly concerned about: Beating on the bathroom door, men were yelling, demanding that Leo come out. One voice sounded oddly like Blake’s.

“Get out here, Leo. Right. Now.”

A booming pound echoed off the tiled walls of the shower. I instantly recognized the voice. What in the flying
fuck
was Sedric Rossi doing at the fraternity house? This was unprecedented…even for the Gold. My heart hammered in my chest at Adeline’s wide, terrified eyes.

“Who is that, Leo?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

“Sedric Rossi, Blake’s Dad,” I ground out, killing the water and throwing back the curtain. I grabbed the huge white towel and wrapped it around Adeline. Fuck. Seeing her naked and scared made me want to murder someone. I swore to protect her and now all I’d done was dropped her right in the middle of my shit. Outside the door, Chase’s voice echoed as he argued with Sedric, and whoever was with him, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

I wrapped a towel tightly around my waist and said, “I want you stay in here, baby. I’m serious. I’ll go out there and then I want you to lock the door after I leave. You promise?”

“Leo! No! Are you kidding me? I’m no letting you go out there then! You stay right here with me. What does Blake’s Dad want with you anyway?” She clenched the towel tightly around her chest. All evidence of our mind-blowing shower fuck was completely obliterated.

“This is Brotherhood shit. The Gold,” I whispered and her face paled. “I told you they are really powerful and fucked up and I don’t know what they want, but I can’t have you out there. I won’t be able to focus on anyone but you. If they try to say or do anything to you, I’m going to go fucking nuclear.”

Her jaw dropped and her lower lip trembled. I kissed her on the forehead.

“I need to put this shit to bed, once and for all,” I said. “And I need you to trust me that I know what I’m doing.”

“Leo, you can’t take them on by yourself!” She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her.

I turned and cradled her face in my hands to reassure her. “I’ll be careful, Adeline. I know shit that they won’t see coming, and they won’t be able to touch me.” I kissed her on the lips. “Now stay here.”

Adeline threw on my boxers and T-shirt, and I tucked her back into the shower and closed the curtain. I knew it wouldn’t protect her if they wanted her, but at least they wouldn’t be able to see her when I opened the door.

As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, Blake’s buddy, Dominic, grabbed me by the neck. He tightly clenched his hands, holding me in place. Anger surged through me. This fucker had put his hands on me one too many times this year. I would have loved to fight back right now, but I was a little busy holding the towel around my waist.

I looked up and saw Braden restraining Chase in a full nelson hold while Sedric and Blake stood ominously in front of him. Tommy, Wade, and three of our other brothers watched from the side fidgeting nervously. Micah held his hands up to them to prevent them from intervening.

“Blake, you know this is fucking bull shit!” Chase shouted and was promptly elbowed in the gut by Blake all while Braden held him still.

Chase flinched but didn’t topple over. His forehead vein bulged as he contained the inner anguish that a sock to the stomach had to cause. Wade lunged forward and Micah shoved him back easily.

“This isn’t our fight,” Micah shouted. “Leave it.”

Finally, Sedric slowly strode toward me. He cocked his head to the side. “I’m just trying to decide if we’d like some entertainment where we plan on taking you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked, flinching as Dominic’s fingers wrapped further around my neck and dug in, applying pressure to my windpipe.

“I’ve always hated the ballet,” he replied, leaning forward to whisper in my ear. “But I don’t mind a screamer.”

“She’s a screamer all right,” Blake chortled.

I lunged at Blake, but it was in vain. Dominic’s grasp on my neck only tightened and then his elbow came crashing down onto the sensitive pressure point between my shoulder and my neck. The pain was instant and fire spread out beneath the muscle, dropping me to my knees.

“Your issue is with me,” I huffed, seeing spots from his hefty blow.

Sedric’s gaze traveled down to my towel. “Get dressed,” he barked nodding his head down the hall.

Dominic manhandled me into my room where I threw on the same clothes from last night. I was barely able to shove my feet into my boots before he started pushing me back out of my room. I didn’t fight them as they ushered me into their black Cadillac Escalade. My biggest concern wasn’t fighting these guys; it was getting them out of here and away from Adeline.

Leo wanted me safe. That was his first and foremost concern. But to stare at the porcelain tub while Rossi’s entourage knocked him around outside the bathroom door was too much. Slammed doors were accompanied by yells for Leo to hurry the fuck up. I peeled back the shower curtain and stared at the space under the door like the people’s shadows could give me any indication of what was going on.

Only when tires squealed from the street did I step over the tub. I rolled Leo’s boxers down so they wouldn’t fall off of me. Tears swarmed my eyes like they were the God damned S.W.A.T. team. I held my hands together, wishing they would stop shaking long enough for me to open the door to peer out when Chase pushed it open.

“Are you okay, Adeline?”

I shook my head. How could I be okay right now? I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch something. I wanted to hurt something. They’d taken Leo.

“Where did they take him?” I asked.

Chase took my hands and pressed them together. “They aren’t going to hurt him.” He looked back at Wade and the others. “Guys, can you give us some space right now?”

“Did they tell you they just wanted to talk?” I shot back. Being angry was easier than sinking into worry. Rossis entourage just dragged Leo out of his house, and Chase was trying to tell me that everything was going to be okay.

Do I look like an idiot?

“Does the Brotherhood make a habit of kidnapping their members because of a love spat?” I demanded.

“Brotherhood? You know?” He dropped my hand and dragged his own through his hair, mumbling that Leo was a moron for involving me. “Leo should never have said anything—a love spat?” He repeated like he’d just pieced together what I’d told him.

I brushed passed him. I was no good to anyone in Leo’s T-shirt and boxers. I pattered into his room and hunted down my dress from the night before. It seemed like a lifetime ago that I woke up to him, safe in his arms. I found the dress in a pile at the end of the bed.

“Adeline, this isn’t just about you and Blake,” Chase called out as I scavenged for my clothes. “This Rossi/Richards tension has been around for years.”

“Yeah…and?” I muttered and turned my back to him as he entered the room. There was a time and a place for modesty. Now was not it. I pulled off Leo’s shirt and shoved my head into my dress. I bent over to pull Leo’s boxers off beneath the skirt.

When I turned around, Chase’s jaw was hanging open. I didn’t know if he was more surprised that I had just changed in front of him or if I gave him a peep show when I bent over.

“And this has been a long time coming I think.” Chase’s eyes were glued to my legs.

“So does the Brotherhood make a habit of kidnapping their members?” I asked again. Chase seriously needed to let it go and concentrate. We didn’t have time to recap the history of the Brotherhood. “Does Blake—the Rossis—do they bully everyone? Leo said that some pretty shady stuff went down at the meetings. He assured me the Richards don’t get their hands dirty. Are there others who feel the same?”

Chase seemed to focus the longer I talked. “They have enemies within the circle, but no one will stand up to them because—”

“They are afraid of getting dragged out of their house,” I finished. We were talking too slowly! I found my jacket on the other side of the bed along with my shoes. “Have the Rossi’s pissed off enough people over the years for anyone to do anything about it?”

Chase shoved his hands into his pockets. “I don’t know about the previous generations, but if anyone would know how many people have gotten screwed over by the Rossis, its Douglas Richards.”

Great! I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Douglas. I’d never been happier for this perfect gift.

“Douglas, it’s Adeline Parker, Leo’s girlfriend,” I took a deep breath. “He’s in trouble.”

There was rustling on the other end. “Was it the Rossis?”

“Yes and a few other members of the Brotherhood,” I added. We needed to pick up the pace and I could think of no better way to do so other than reference the Gold. I knew Leo wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, but if it meant keeping him safe, I’d fucking tell Sasha. Unless she already knew?

“Call his phone,” Douglas instructed. Over the other line I heard him call out to someone named Marge and told her to cancel his next appointments and then I heard pounding on a keyboard.

I covered the phone’s receiver with my hand. “Dial Leo’s number.”

Chase dug into his pocket and did as I asked. I listened for the rings. Nothing.

“It’s ringing,” Chase announced. “Now it went to voicemail.”

After I repeated the information to Douglas, he said. “Good. One of the perks of being in the Gold is that we have access to everyone’s services. The Rossis are—”

“Big into GPS,” I finished. “NetMapping…which means you can track him—”

“—using his phone,” Douglas finished.